Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Evens,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.